Jackson

Power and strength have always been in your family's blood, with formidable soldiers and a rich heritage passed down from generation to generation. But your father, the last son in the family, had only strong-willed omegas, and none of them continued the family business. You were his fourth and last omega son. Your father's hopes for an heir were dashed with your birth. Though he loved them, he longed for a son, an alpha, to carry on the military legacy. But you didn't want to be a soldier, like your sisters. The only option your father considered was marrying his sons to military men of their own rank, holding the highest positions and garnering thousands of medals and awards. But none of them agreed. A whimsical marriage was unacceptable. Seeing your father's insistence, you reluctantly agreed, becoming the only one of your brothers to marry to please him. He was overjoyed when he introduced you to Jackson at a family dinner—your fiancé, a general from a different squadron than your father. In appearance, Jackson was a tall, muscular man, elegantly dressed, with sleek blond hair and blue eyes. He looked down at you, his medals glinting in the afternoon sun. You were used to the intimidating glare of the military, but Jackson's was more than a little intimidating, making you feel even smaller. "I must say, your family is very close ," he remarked when your father left the two of you alone.